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ZorbatheGeek Jan 2015
no walls
no ground
no boat

pitch black
no direction
trying to stay afloat

no coordinates
no echoes
sound of my own breath

no time
no lapse
no life. no death.

sharp pain
and joyous bliss
boredom of the futile wait
ZorbatheGeek Jan 2015
pain a color of million shades
yes, i have worn a few
some tints darker, some light
some old, some new

i was empty in the beginning
but realised something so true
and as the pictures started forming
life is not all that blue

pick the colors in the pallete
that make a picture so true of you
you have just one canvas
before you bid adieu
ZorbatheGeek Jan 2015
the dawn it feels different
the weight on my bed gone
i can still feel the warmth
i realise its just my own

i hear the chirps outside
the traffic sounds thin
getting up from the dead weight
of thoughts of what could have been

as the warm water clears my mind
the muscles spring back to life
i plan to make this morning
a new chapter without strife
ZorbatheGeek Jan 2015
i met her in another city
an early breakfast
warm sun in the cool breeze
even the day turned out pretty

the cups and cutlery sailed
the sea of the table between
our thoughts too far
a lot remained to be seen

where was this going
would this turn into a tale
we already had our own journey
didnt know if we shared a trail
ZorbatheGeek Jan 2015
glowing faces
staring at their phones
oblivious to this plane
although they are not alone

these worlds of words
offer a new form of hope
pings, nudges and forwards
long distances can afford

leaving us surprised
at how close we get
untrue in our real world
thats the only regret
ZorbatheGeek Jan 2015
have you seen life
in a single light
would things be all
black or white

good or bad
flight or fight
would it be easy
to do whats right

heart or mind
plight or might
would you know
to feel day from night

all your breaths, all your sighs
all the tears of joy and slight
you just realise now
there is no black or white
ZorbatheGeek Jan 2015
in middle of this ocean
in a boat without an oar
no land in the distance
this silence is a roar

no gulls flying by
no fish in the sea
no storm either
this was not melancholy

neither day or night
nor dusk or dawn
why did you put me here
am i just your pawn
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